Quote of the Day
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores... uh, on second thought, scratch that. If I can pick, don't give me any losers.”
-Emily DickinsomeFortune 500 Cookie
Give up the ghost this week—everybody knows you're drawing those eyebrows on with a magic marker. You may only be a gigolo, but that doesn't mean anybody wants to hear you sing about it. Try naming a constellation after yourself: it worked for that "Chantilly Lace" guy. This week's lucky pets: salamander, ostrich, rutabaga, cow fetus, bottle of deadly germs.
Try again later.Top 5 commune Features This Week
| 1. | Sinning to Win |
| 2. | The Dalai Lama: Gay Gay Gay? |
| 3. | Uncle Macho's Lincoln Logs |
| 4. | The History of Slob Literature |
| 5. | Gain 15 Pounds for Winter |
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